Sharing My World 2016 Week 45
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World. How did it get to be week 45? I’m not ready to start thinking about Christmas. Not ready, I say.
Describe your own outlook on life in seven words or less. (NOTE: does not have to be a sentence.)
Just take it day by day.
Where do you like to vacation?
I just stick around here.
Candy factories (sweets or treats including chocolate) of the entire world have become one and will now be making only one kind of candy. Which kind, if you were calling the shots?
I really like anything with a chocolate outside and some kind of squishy inside, like praline or whatever, so I’ve decided to team up with Dawn over at The Day After (Lingering Visions) and have a Lindt truffle factory. We only need one more vote to make it happen. It’s the law! Who’s with us?
Complete this sentence: Something that anyone can do that will guarantee my smile is…
Smile at me. It would be rude not to smile back. And it’s nice to be smiled at.
FF – Insulation
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the 100 word story challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by long-standing FF member Sandra Crook.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Sandra Crook
“It’s an eyesore!” some exclaimed.
“A pre-Raphaelite-modernesque statement of individuality and form!” declared others, brazenly inventing art terms on the fly.
“Is it paint? Mosaic tiles?” wondered yet more.
“It’s lovely and warm and cosy,” the owner muttered, largely to himself because nobody else was listening.
Then it rained. It rained and rained and rained. And the building creaked and groaned and creaked and groaned some more. And then it fell down.
Because, you see, while a knitted woollen tea cosy is just the thing for keeping your favourite beverage warm, it’s no good on a house.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 44
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
What was your favourite subject in school?
Physics, I guess, because it was interesting and easy. My next choice would be English Language as we got to write stories. These days it could well be computers/ITC/whatever they call it, but we didn’t have computers in those days.
If you could have a servant come to your house every day for two hours, what would you have them do?
Cleaning and tidying of course! They would have the weekend off so they could do one room per day. However, I only have four rooms so on the Friday they could sort out the garden 🙂
Where did you live when you were in the third grade of school? Is it the same place or town you live now?
I’m not sure what “third grade” means, so I’m going to add three to the approximate starting age of school and get roughly eight years old – I’m hoping that’s what it means!
I’ve done a full circle – Cornwall to Surrey to Germany to Surrey to Hertfordshire to Hampshire to Ireland to Cornwall! Not in the same place exactly, but close 🙂
In your opinion, list some places that are great for shopping?
Not wishing to break its near 100% record on Share Your world this week, I’m going to say Amazon. I buy nearly everything except food on there. I view shopping as a chore rather than thinking somewhere is “great”.
FF – Getting Your Kicks
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, the weekly 100 word challenge hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Jean L. Hays.
My story this week was “inspired” by the famous song “(Get Your Kicks on) Route 66” as I have no imagination (it’s written all over the photo!), and also because I was trying desperately not to write such a dark story as previous weeks.
To read the other stories for this week, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Jean L. Hays
When Freddy ran short of fuel he shouldn’t have stopped at a run-down bar and petrol station in Nowhereville, USA.
When Freddy parked up he shouldn’t have been so careless.
When Freddy saw the bike he’d hit knock down twenty others like dominoes he shouldn’t have gone in and announced it with a big grin on his face.
When Freddy saw twenty-one angry bikers rise from their seats he shouldn’t have said “Ooh, I’m scared, ooh…” in quite such a sarcastic tone of voice.
On a more positive note Freddy got plenty of kicks on Route 66.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 43
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
What are you really glad you did yesterday?
It’s rare that I’m “really” glad about dong something. Mostly life just goes on in a routine. I suppose I’m “really” glad I did the weekly shopping so I have something to eat.
Would you prefer a one floor house or multiple levels?
I like going upstairs to bed. However I worry that as I get older the stairs will no longer be my friend. Maybe I should get a stair lift thingy installed just in case. With a little turbo charger because I feel the need, the need for speed.
Have you done something you truly want to do today?
I only just got out of bed, so not really. But anyway, as with the first question I just do my usual things from day to day.
What plans did you have as a teenager that didn’t happen? Are you happy it didn’t work out that way?
I didn’t have “plans” as a teenager. That implies some thought, working out how to make something happen. I wanted stuff, wanted various silly jobs depending on age. “Teenager” covers everything from not long out of primary school to part-way though university, pretty much. So we’re talking plans to be a champion football player or pop star at the lower end all the way up to some sort of idealised life plans at the upper end.
It’s probably best they didn’t work out. Plans made at age 13 are rarely realistic or remotely achievable.
FF – For the Cause
Here is my story for this week’s Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Peter Abbey.
Not a comedy this week, but not as dark as my preceding stories! To read the other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Peter Abbey
Stefan risked a quick glance back at his erstwhile captors as he made his way gingerly along the tunnel. Ahead, the exchange prisoner approached and further on, the safety of his own troops.
Months of torture and his captors had decided he knew nothing. Sweat broke out on his brow as reality hit – a few more seconds to safety, to divulging the enemy’s plans in detail.
As the two men drew level Stefan felt a blade slide between his ribs.
“Why?” he gasped as his life ebbed away.
“For the cause,” replied the other as a hail of bullets took him down.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 42
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
If you wanted to de-clutter where you live, what room / space would you start with? (And why, if you’re feel like admitting to it.)
Either my bedroom or my living room table. My bedroom has boxes of paper work from years ago which need shredding really. Maybe one day I’ll get around to it. As for my living room table, that’s where post and such goes. Then it’s supposed to get thrown away, shredded or filed but I never seem to get round to it more than once every few months.
If you want to remember something important, how do you do it (sticky note on the fridge, string around your finger, etc.), and does it work?
I pop it in my Google calendar. That’s in the cloud so it syncs across my phone, home computer and work computer. I always set it up with notifications and email alerts, so yes, it can’t help but work. I get constantly bombarded from multiple devices until I do whatever it was.
For more general things I make a list.
If you could create a one room retreat just for yourself, what would be the most important sense to emphasise: sight (bright natural light, dim light, etc.), hearing (silence, music, fountain, etc.), smell (candles, incense, etc), touch (wood, stone, soft fabrics, etc.), or taste (herbal tea, fresh fruit, etc.)?
What am retreating from? I live on my own in a quiet spot so my whole house is my retreat, really. I suppose if that wasn’t the case I would try to exclude all outside noise.
If you could interview one of your great-great-great grandparents, who would it be (if you know their name) and what would you ask?
I only knew my two grand mothers. I guess if we’re going back even further I’d want to know all about their life.
FF – Trophies
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. This week’s photo was contributed by Claire Fuller.
Right, this is getting out of hand. I need to find my comedy muse once more.
To read this week’s other stories, click on the blue froggy.
Copyright Claire Fuller.
Simon ran his hands lovingly over the treasures on the shelf. Each evoked an exciting memory.
‘That was a wonderful day in Bournemouth’, or ‘I remember what fun I had collecting that’ ran through his mind as he carefully took each one down in turn and studied it. It was his birthday, his treat day, and today he would add to his collection.
Gathering the tools of his trade, he set off towards the nearby school. The added danger fuelled his excitement.
He had never preyed so close to home before.
Sharing My World 2016 Week 41 and dralibread!
Here is my post for Cee’s Share Your World.
Do you believe in love at first sight?
Nope. I don’t see how that can really exist. Doesn’t that mean you’re falling in love with the way someone looks, pretty much? That’s lust at first sight.
Your first car?
It was a 1985 Ford Fiesta, in a very light blue, almost grey colour. It served me well(ish) for six or seven years, at which point it went into the crusher 🙂
Who taught you to ride a bike? How did it go?
My dad, I guess. I don’t know how it went the first time, but I had stabilisers so I wouldn’t have fallen off. I can’t remember much in detail from so long ago!
Ugly and rich or beautiful and poor?
Somewhere in the middle. That way I can slip around without drawing undue attention. Okay, rich. No, wait, beautiful. Rich. I can’t decide.
What was the first dish you could cook?
I suppose it was a fry up, at least that’s the first thing I can remember. I had to learn how to do it for my “Home Help” badge in the Cub Scouts. Does throwing stuff in a frying pan and waiting until it’s done really count as cooking?
On a “cooking” note I baked my first bread last week. The cheese and herbs on the top got a little “browned”, but otherwise, it had a nice crust and was very soft on the inside. Tasty dralibread 🙂
FF – Out of Options
Here is my story for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle. She also supplied the photo this week!
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Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Frederick looked across the darkened room to the windows and sighed. He dimly remembered when those windows looked out over just the vista portrayed in the pictures which now covered them. He peeled away the corner of one and peered out.
Nothing had changed. A barren wasteland, devoid of all life bar a scraggly plant here, a grotesquely mutated animal there.
He’d stockpiled massively before the war, but the years had dwindled his supply to almost nothing. No-one was coming, no rescue. Facing painful starvation, his decision made, he knocked over both lamps and waited for the fire to take him.
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